~ReadMe~ It was Joe's fist day at the crisis center. He couldn't fathom why the judge would even consider giving him free reign with callers who were on the edge of suicide. Joe's life didn't have hope; he didn't feel like he could explain the word "hope" to someone when he had to force himself to believe in it every morning he woke up. "Hi, my name's Joseph Jonas...I'm here for my community service." He mumbles lowly at the lady behind the counter as she flips through some papers on her desk. She smiles up at him brightly and nods with a tad too much excitement so early in the morning. "Yes, Mr. Jonas. I have all your information right here. It's so good to have you with us, I'm sure you will be an excellent part of our 'save a life' staff here at the crisis center. If you will just follow me I will show you to your cubicle." She speaks quickly and doesn't give Joe a chance before starting her walk to the back, expecting him to follow. He follows after the peppy woman, wond! ering why she's at the front desk instead of taking calls. She should be the one talking people off a ledge...wait...he thinks once more and shakes his head, if she was the one talking him off a ledge; he wouldn't think twice about jumping. Even the sound of her voice was annoying as hell and the only way for him to consider not jumping would be if she promised to never speak again. "Here we are, Mr. Jonas; your own personal space for the next twelve months. If you have any questions I will be up front ...
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